Morning blowjob

    Morning blowjob
    blowjob is a moment of some kind of non-consuming idea
                /Madman
yes, yes, a is the same prayer,
which is read on the windowsill on a dirty morning
in a one-room solitary confinement, where there is one fork for all,
Blind Dog Asana Mat and Warm Absinthe,
inexpressive as the look of an Alzheimer
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what pages are torn out in your revelation?
Why are the fingers bitten? Did you eat them?
... So fly the medical card with a schizophrenic airplane,
Tell the goats for your morning blowjob!

    The shadow of Dr. Botkin
... crumpled checks - these wishes come true,
stories of tantrums, followed by the usual unbuttoning
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In this picture, you can't understand anything:
Is it bone marrow or a thin white thread of the soul?
and the blackness around is a night of playing mahjong
so the orderly teaches...
He has a habit of making mistakes in the ward after the beaker of alcohol
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"sleep, sleep...", do not wander on the ceiling with the yellow shadow of Dr. Botkin

    After the fact
... sleepy gaze of sleepy eyes, text made of only typos,
where all the names are with a small letter
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Is this the main thing in life, my dear line controller?
"I always go extra haul", I have a delayed orgasm,
Like after the
fact - this is what happens at the last moment, on the threshold of happiness
with a hand full of trumps, in cotton candy pain, where
large poppy heads
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listen, listen to the 118th Psalm!
there is not a word about God in it, but only about sins and punishments, to choose from

    Nasty square
sonomania, daughteremia ...
all diseases from children
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there are no dogs in this square, because you can't bring dogs
here and now you can't find an earring of fake gold
only drunk on the bench
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a nasty square...

    Lover's name
name snuggle up to a tree...
you will hear and remember
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How you were beaten: "Tell me the name of your lover..."

    Chasing the wind
wind peace heals, loneliness corrects...
exactly and only!
this is the meaning of thick walls in old prisons,
but angels of wishes fly there too
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desires are dormant in the subway, not people
people do not have such faces
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... we chased the wind for a long time with hugs and
accentuated kisses

    Smile in October
The girl lives in a fat aunt,
who feeds cats with blood sausage
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Like death lurks in any life a drop of honey in the corner of his mouth
where the mole is
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Your smile is like a fallen chestnut tree
October will hide it

    Monogram of the uterus
when "there was no strength left to cry"...
(love has such a form)
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... In an abandoned quarry to learn from crows
language
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... Unfasten!, let the uterus
appear type of monogram

    Approaching Non-Being
A white moth sat on the neck of her bra...
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What should the wings of the screams have?
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glass... and cobwebs!, ships drunk by the storm
... We seem to be homeless and special
like the aerodynamics of a sheet of plywood
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every step brings us closer to non-being,
So we laugh...

    Goethe's language
language sing something while we're alone...
I also have a heart the size of a fist
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Two policemen explain what I already know:
"Augen" must be "zusamen", like such an Ordnung...
"Papirchen" in Goethe's
language well, how to live here?

    The pitiful, the eternal, the last
I dump the humanitarian aid out of the bag:
old gay boy's thong, jewish violin boy's velvet bow tie,
chinese plastic flower with formaldehyde smell
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Do you remember this summer?
It was so hot to the point of greed...
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In summer, many things seem eternal, even the last

    As you want
tomorrow morning you're going to die, and I'm
going to die after
I'll find out about it in about a month...
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after all, formally we are divorced
and you're going to die without me
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such a death does not force one to live
you want to live, but you don't want to do it